Silver Mist Dual Swords, Soaring Ice Dragon, Fighting a Second Level Wizard

"Boom!"

The fire surged onto the ground, scorching a large area until it was blackened, and even the Rune Array trapped the Brain-Eating Flower nearby was affected to some extent.

Previously, the Brain-Eating Flower had been attacking frantically inside for so long without any reaction from the magic array, but now, it was only affected by the aftershocks of the magic fire wave, and it was shaking terribly.

"Cough cough—"

Bald Holgen emerged from the aftermath of the flames, his Silver Magic Robe now dull and charred.

He looked fine, but his face was grim as he decisively chose to admit defeat.

It's likely that the First Magic Ring Ponytail Witch held back during the battle; otherwise, if Holgen had been hit head-on by that terrifying wave of magical fire, he wouldn't have just been a little disheveled; he might have been lying down.

After the Second Magic Ring ended in defeat, everyone, including Velen, looked grim.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. No one expected that the seemingly ordinary Ponytail Witch in the First Magic Ring would actually possess a second-tier magical artifact that could be successfully activated by First Level Wizard, and with such terrifying power.

Even if Velen were to play, he would probably have to admit defeat, or at most, he would just lose in a more entertaining way.

In the third match, the Second Magic Ring faced off against the Third Magic Ring, Velen and his group huddled together, whispering their strategy.

No one paid any attention to Ronan attention was almost entirely drawn to the Ponytail Witch who had just left the arena.

Beneath his robes, Ronan held in his hand the fragment of the Mirror Magical Item he had obtained during his apprenticeship, gently stroking its texture.

He was quite certain that the Magical Item Fragment in his hand was the same type and function as the Mirror Magical Item of the Ponytail Witch.

However, what he held was only a fragment, while the other party held a complete magical artifact.

"Similar magical artifacts should come from the same place... Is the mirror from the Mirror Garden?"

The shattered glass swirled rapidly between Ronan's fingers, stirring a strong sense of curiosity and a desire to explore within Ronan.

He had always been interested in the runes inside the shattered mirror artifact. Although it was broken, it could still function. Of all the runes he had seen, this was the only one.

Ronan took a deep look at the Ponytail Witch, memorizing her appearance and aura. The fragment in his hand disappeared, and he regained his composure.

"I'll go."

At this time, Velen had also made a decision, and Velen was preparing to take the stage himself.

Their group was the smallest in number and the weakest among the three forces on the field. Their chances of winning were already slim, and if their morale were further damaged, they would probably have no chance of Brain-Eating Flower at all.

Velen was prepared to disregard everything and take the city first.

The Third Magic Ring also quickly sent people out, but judging from their aura, they were not on the same level as Velen at all. It was unclear whether they were using the same "inferior horse" strategy.

Just as Velen and the wizard from the Third Magic Ring appeared and were about to begin their attack.

Suddenly, "Whoosh—"

A strong wind rose in the open space, and an immense spiritual force far exceeding that of everyone present suddenly descended upon the area.

The air in the arena seemed to suddenly become thick, and even the many wizards, who were all at the late stage of level one, felt a sense of difficulty breathing.

A figure slowly appeared in mid-air.

He was a man in his early forties with dark skin, wearing a dark blue robe with delicate silver patterns embroidered on the lapel, and holding a beautifully carved metal wand. From his appearance alone, he was an extremely ordinary-looking middle-aged man; he was even slightly balding with sparse gray hair on his head.

However, the aura emanating from him was anything but ordinary.

The immense and pure spiritual power caused the air around it to "freeze," as if invisible stones were slowly pressing down from mid-air.

He was like a miniature sun high in the sky, radiating light around him and scorching everyone below with his heat.

"A second-level wizard!"

The Level 2 Wizard, who suddenly appeared in the arena, did not look at anyone else in the arena. After appearing, his gaze was completely focused on the Brain-Eating Flower, which was surrounded by the magic circle of the crowd.

He stared intently at the Brain-Eating Flower below, his eyes flashing slightly. Without casting any spells, the crystal-like Rune Array shattered with a deafening roar.

"This Brain-Eating Flower is mine now."

I happen to have a magic potion that needs to be prepared with Brain-Eating Flower juice."

The second-level wizard spoke in a very casual tone, revealing that he had not consulted with the First Level Wizard below at all; it was just a simple notification.

The wizards from the three factions below all turned extremely ugly.

The three groups had been fighting for ages over who got to Brain-Eating Flower, and now they were suddenly told they were all "out of the game." No one would be happy about that.

But the other party is a level two wizard.

Faced with such a huge gap in strength, even if they were unwilling, they could only swallow their anger.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

The second-level wizard in the sky suddenly turned cold, and terrifying mental energy fluctuations pressed down from the sky in waves.

Everyone felt an immense, suffocating pressure. Even the Brain-Eating Flower, which had broken free from the Rune Array, retracted all its vines under this powerful pressure, curling up into a ball and trembling like a frightened little beast.

"Let's go."

On the other side of the First Magic Ring, a young wizard with thick eyebrows and a cold demeanor raised his hand with an ugly expression and led his wizards to slowly retreat.

Velen and another Third Magic Ring wizard, who were originally preparing to duel on the field, also returned quickly with gloomy faces upon seeing this.

Just as the three parties were preparing to withdraw from the competition, a second Spiritual Force Field, far exceeding the scope of First Level Wizard, descended upon them.

"Call--"

A figure in black robes charged into the arena like a meteorite, emanating a terrifying aura that was in no way inferior to the first level-two wizard to arrive.

This was a strong man with an arrogant demeanor, an extremely thick gray beard, and emerald green eyes, like a majestic and ferocious wolf.

Two level-two wizards?! "When did Brain-Eating Flower become so sought-after among level-two wizards?!"

Someone muttered curses under their breath.

The Spiritual Force Field of the two level-two wizards divided the open space in two, clearly separating them. At the boundary of the energy fields, a large area of air was distorted and the light was blurred. It was as if two suns existed in the sky at the same time, vying with each other and refusing to give way.

In this situation, the three leaders of the first- First Level Wizard who were originally leaving all stopped in their tracks, their eyes flashing, none of them in a hurry to leave immediately.

"The Fourth Magic Ring, Colin Toby"

The middle-aged, balding level two wizard was just as surprised by the sudden arrival of a powerful peer. He frowned, gave a simple bow, and took the initiative to introduce himself.

The latter returned the greeting, glanced at the Brain-Eating Flower below, and shook his head, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not here to steal your things."

I'm coming over.

He turned to look at the group of First Level Wizard below, narrowed his eyes, and whispered, "I just want to find someone."

Um?!

All the wizards present were stunned upon hearing this. Before they could figure out what was going on, the Green-Eyed Wizard had come later suddenly locked his gaze on a certain spot, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. He said, "Yes, it has been found now."

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to the location the Green-Eyed Wizard had locked onto.

That was clearly the location of the group from the Second Magic Ring.

The blond youth, Velen, who was leading the group, stepped aside with a grim expression, and the wizards behind him also sidestepped one after another to avoid the Green-Eyed Wizard's gaze.

Until the last figure in the crowd came into view.

He was a tall and handsome young man with white hair, blue eyes, and a striking appearance.

The boy's figure was firmly locked in place by the Green-Eyed Wizard's mental power, but his expression remained calm.

"Ronan, get out of here!"

The girl next to the boy urged him to move aside, but the boy gently shook his head.

"Can't leave"

"He came here specifically to see me."

"Well"

The girl froze, Arcane Circle First Level Wizard around her were also stunned.

Everyone could clearly sense the fluctuations in spiritual power emanating from the boy; it was almost the lowest in the entire arena, only at the mid-stage of the first level.

In the mid-stage of Level 1, having provoked a powerful Level 2 individual who came seeking revenge, many people's expressions began to turn strange, especially the group from the Second Magic Ring.

Should we praise this guy's skill in causing trouble, or lament his ignorance and fearlessness?

"You do have a good sense of self-awareness."

The level-two Green-Eyed Wizard smirked, looking down at him, and said, "Then you should know why I'm looking for you."

The boy didn't answer, but simply made a movement to walk forward. "Boom!"

With a deafening explosion, a huge crater suddenly appeared where the boy was standing, sending dirt flying everywhere, and the boy vanished into thin air.

"Still trying to run?"

The Green-Eyed Wizard sneered, mobilizing his immense level-two mental power, causing countless energy particles in the air to surge towards him.

But even faster than him was the middle-aged, balding level two wizard, who had already waved his staff and summoned a dense array of shimmering silver specks.

"You actually thought of stealing? Foolish and reckless fool!"

The middle-aged wizard let out a cold, angry laugh.

The group of first-level Arcane Circle wizards below were somewhat confused by the sudden change on the field.

It was already surprising enough that a level two wizard would come seeking revenge on a mid-level level one, but instead of begging for mercy or running away, the latter actively provoked another level two wizard and even tried to steal more items from their subordinates... "This guy..."

Just as everyone was still pondering how to evaluate the actions of the First Level Wizard boy, an incredibly surging wave of icy cold energy suddenly erupted from the point where the two second-level wizards' spells had landed.

In just a fleeting moment.

This decaying, dark woodland was completely transformed into a realm of ice and snow.

A deep blue cold current swept across the entire open space like a celestial aura, and despair and mystery intertwined to form an invisible domain that suddenly expanded, encompassing almost everyone.

Immediately following, amidst the swirling snow and the flickering aurora Frozen Earth of the far north, a tall, slender figure emerged slowly from the billowing cold, treading on the frost, under the astonished and incredulous gazes of everyone, including the two level-two wizards.

The white-haired, blue-eyed boy had somehow removed his robes.

Beneath a simple silk blouse, her near-perfect body resembled a masterpiece sculpted by the heavens.

His entire body, including every single strand of white hair, was wreathed in a layer of blazing white flames, each half-foot long. An invisible, unknown, and indescribable terrifying domain emanated from his body, distorting and collapsing the air.

He slowly and forcefully slammed the block of ice, which contained the entire Brain-Eating Flower, that he was holding down at his feet.

"Boom!"

After the boy finished the action, the armlet wrapped around his right arm flowed into his left and right hands like mercury, transforming into two swords, each over a meter long, shrouded in silver mist.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head slightly, squinted at the Green-Eyed Wizard and the middle-aged balding wizard in the sky, and said in a calm tone, "Perfect, let me see what a Level Two is all about."

After saying that.

Everyone watched in stunned silence as the boy wielding two swords suddenly leaped into the air, his swords blazing with a ghostly Blue Flame. He resembled a Soaring Ice Dragon had just escaped from the frozen Frozen Earth, charging straight towards the two level-two wizards. "Whoosh—"

With each breath Ronan exhaled, he felt the fighting spirit burning within his chest intensify.

With the [[Immaculate Body] Ascetic Body Forging skill activated at Master Level of 157, the sense of composure and power to completely control one's own destiny is more than ten times stronger than before.

It was as if a white volcano was gestating within him, spewing out scalding lava with every breath.

Before activating [[Immaculate Body]], the Spiritual Force Field released by the two level-two wizards pressed down on him like solidified stones, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Now it is as soft and fragile as tofu.

[The [Clarity Realm]] is activated, and the Master Level [Basic Swordsmanship] is activated. Under the azure sky, Ronan locks onto the middle-aged, balding level two wizard, his figure leaving a long afterimage in mid-air, and shoots towards the opponent like lightning.

The middle-aged wizard sensed Ronan's rapidly approaching aura, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly swung his metal staff. Countless silver-white metals shot out from under his robes like water droplets, quickly condensing into a huge metal sphere.

Golden runes lit up on the surface of the metal sphere, emitting waves of terrifying energy particle fluctuations.

This is the power of a second-tier spell; even before it has fully erupted, it has already caused the void to ripple like water.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, his Nightmare Dual Swords crossed in his hands, the Spell Breaking Flame clinging to the blades dancing like two entwined blue snakes.

He charged directly at the magical fluctuations emanating from the metal sphere, and with the activation of the Domain of Despair, countless frosts condensed around his body, forming layer upon layer of transparent armor.

With a short syllable from the middle-aged wizard, the runic metal sphere exploded with a deafening roar, the blinding light making it almost impossible for Ronan to see anything.

In an instant, a torrent of energy particles surged forth like a tsunami, roaring and sweeping towards him head-on.

"Click-clack-clack—"

Ronan could almost hear the sound of his ice armor defenses, which he had conjured under the Domain of Despair, being destroyed layer by layer.

'The area-of-effect Extraordinary Magic Domain power of the Domain of Despair, in a level two battle, both the influence of the Despair Intent on the will and the damage of the icy power to the body are much smaller. Without the support of a second ice-type Extraordinary Magic Domain, its power is already somewhat lagging behind.'

Ronan thought silently to himself, his mind as calm as an ice lake, as he brandished his two swords.

With the support of his Master Level combat awareness from the "[Clarity Realm]," he seemed to be able to sense the trajectory and veins of every surge of energy in front of him, and pinpoint every weakness.

The Master Level [Basic Swordsmanship] grants Ronan unparalleled control. The Spell Breaking Flame blaze and clear a path, and he is like Silver Fish swimming upstream against the current, his journey against the current taking only a moment.

"Crackling and popping!"

Ronan, wielding two swords, burst forth from the center of the spell's explosion. The flying metal fragments rained down on him, creating a series of dense sounds, yet leaving almost no trace of injury.

After activating [[Immaculate Body]], his physical defense and spell resistance skyrocketed, making it completely impossible for these remaining spell metals to harm him.

The middle-aged, balding second-level wizard's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw this, his face showing extreme shock and disbelief.

"This is impossible?!"

However, the only response he received was a pair of silver swords wreathed in eerie blue flames.

"Shining Robe!"

The middle-aged wizard let out a low roar, and the scattered silver molten metal regrouped, forming a huge metal barrier.

However, almost at the same time the barrier was formed, a terrifying [Great Strength] was suddenly applied to it.

"Boom!"

The newly formed metal barrier suddenly dented in the middle, followed by a sharp, piercing sound of metal tearing.

The silver metal barrier was quickly torn apart, and Ronan slowly walked in, wielding two swords.

With the blessing of the Master Level proficiency of 177 points in [Power of Breaking Law], plus the effect of the second-tier rare metal Nightmare Tungsten Steel and the [Silverization] rune, even second-tier Law Control are as fragile as paper under Ronan's sword.

"Brain-Eating Flower so precious? You'd be willing to suffer serious injury just to get them?"

Ronan looked at the middle-aged, balding wizard in front of him and spoke calmly.

The latter's expression changed rapidly, and half a second later, he suddenly took to the air and sped away into the distance.

"Whoosh!"

Watching the middle-aged, balding wizard leave, Ronan suddenly turned around calmly and slashed out with his sword.

With the terrifying physical strength brought by the Master Level [[Immaculate Body]] with 157 proficiency points, and the blessing of the [Power of Breaking Law] domain, Ronan directly unleashed a huge crescent-shaped dark blue light blade.

The azure light blade, tearing through a large swath of air, collided with a dazzling burst of light, unleashing a terrifying energy shockwave.

The raging wind whipped Ronan's white hair wildly, and he was bathed in the billowing cold air. He casually tapped his two swords together, producing a clear, bell-like sound.

Ronan's gaze fell on a strong figure with gray beard and green eyes in the distance, and he said in a calm tone, "Now... it's just the two of us left."

Upon hearing this, the level two Green-Eyed Wizard's expression gradually turned ugly.